Chapter 615

Theatrical Regression Life Chapter 615

Episode 615

Currently, there was a slight difference in perception between Jung In-ho and Park Min-jun.

‘You’re like a bastard with no conscience.’

For Jeong In-ho, Park Min-joon was an old colleague who tried to kill Lee Jae-heon in order to save himself and even ruined him in the past. Although it is currently neither an enemy nor an ally, I couldn’t help but dislike it in many ways.

On the other hand, Park Min-jun didn’t think anything of it.

‘I hope all the chicks leave.’

Other than the fact that I harbored such childish ambitions, I had no particularly deep feelings. The fact that he was trained as a soldier and did not develop emotions to the point where he could be swayed also played a role.

However, Park Min-jun was thorough. He knew what Jung In-ho was thinking when he looked at him, but he didn’t add any words to it. It was because I decided that it was enough as is.

“Jaeheon Lee, do you have any more chicken? “It’s really delicious.”

“Oh, there must be a beggar on board... I don’t have anything left. Would you like me to make more for you?”

“Really? oh my god.”

So Park Min-jun decided to just enjoy it.

“But do you have any leftover chicken?”

“Oh, I need to check that. For now, this is all I brought. It wouldn’t be a problem to make it as long as I had more chicken...”

“Then actually, it doesn’t have to be chicken. “I’m sure you brought a lot of things, so let’s make lunch.”

“That wouldn’t be bad either.”

“I’ll wake everyone else up.”

He just enjoyed hanging out with the captain without any special issues. So much so that he could faintly feel his excitement amidst the emotions he had calmed down like a habit. I felt as if I had returned to my old daily life.

“Cook something delicious and eat it.”

That was true no matter what Inho Jeong was thinking.

‘Just be as annoyed as you can.’

The captain was on his side anyway. It was quite unpleasant to see a chick who wasn’t even a middle-ranking chicken trying to undermine his heart, but Park Min-jun could freely use Jung In-ho’s thoughts to his heart’s content.

‘I also benefit from it.’

Park Min-jun chewed and swallowed the last piece of chicken.

“....”

It was delicious.

‘...I think your cooking skills have improved compared to your previous life.’

Park Min-jun thought calmly.

‘If it’s obvious, is it obvious? In my previous life, I was on the receiving end of meals at an institution, so I didn’t have to cook. In this life, I’m also on the receiving end, but I said I lived alone for a period of time... Normally, cooking skills improve when you live on your own.’

It was interesting.

‘He’s the chief cook.’

I thought of some people who would come running crying if they found out about this.

Now, I don’t know for sure, but they are scattered all over the place, but there are some who almost worship the poisonous snake. Half of them were intended by the poisonous snake, but the other half were things that even the poisonous snake did not expect.

‘It would be nice if there was a way to communicate with the other world.’

I thought that if this fact were known, it would not be such a vain idea to regain the ‘daily life of the past’ that Park Min-jun hoped for.

Although it may be difficult for now.

“Then I’ll come back.”

“Don’t wake up those who want to sleep more.”

“It’s already 12 o’clock... Yes, I understand.”

If you fall asleep even after 12 o’clock, is that human?

Park Min-jun, who was trained as a soldier, thought so, but obediently followed the captain’s instructions. Seeing how they behaved so delicately, it seemed like they really liked these chicks.

‘This is unpleasant.’

We didn’t even look at it like this in our time.

Park Min-jun began to wake up the survivors one by one.

Starting with Kim Yeon-woo, who, unlike his usual stiff appearance, was sleeping like a messy blanket, Hong Gyeong-jun next to that room, Choi Min-hong and Jang Seo-ah in President Choi Jeong-man’s room, and several others....

“I slept well.”

“It’s refreshing.”

“Ah... I’m sleepy...”

It seemed like not all of them had a satisfactory sleep, but they all woke up to Park Min-jun’s alarm.

“....”

“Mr. Park Min-jun, are you preparing lunch?”

“Oh yes, Jaeheon Lee.”

Park Min-jun thought while answering thoughtfully.

‘So this side also felt a sense of crisis.’

When Park Min-jun woke up the survivors, they stiffened a little or rolled their eyes when they saw the face of the person who woke them up. Park Min-jun realized that some of the survivors were wary or jealous of him.

‘I was controlling my sense of distance because I thought of the captain who kept his distance from all the survivors... but it probably means that there were people who felt uncomfortable there too.’

Even so, Jang Seo-ah, who had already witnessed Park Min-jun’s visit several times, Hong Gyeong-jun’s gaze was especially harsh. It was never an eye toward good ordinary citizens.

When Kwon Yeon-hee was encouraged, the desired response came out, and Lee Jae-heon responded faithfully.

“Acts, please quickly unify your menu into one menu. Or will more people come out to work? If you sit down with someone who doesn’t even know how to cook and tell them to do this or that, that’s harassment, isn’t it harassment at all? Won’t it pop out right away??”

“Uncle Leeing, Dayoung is there too.”

“And among many people, there is one under the age of 20 who will work. “Have you lost your conscience, adults?”

Jeong In-ho smiled at Lee Jae-heon’s words and stood up.

“I’m not bad at cooking either. “I will help you together.”

“Oh, if everyone is like that, then I can’t be left out either. “There’s no fried rice on the menu at my house, but I’m still the boss who cooks.”

As Choi Jeong-man additionally participated, his son Choi Min-hong and Lee Jae-heon’s adopted daughter Jang Seo-ah also intervened.

“We know how to do it too!”

“What are you talking about?”

“We do well too! fried rice!”

“What can a little kid who isn’t even 10 years old say? “You can’t do well.”

“do well!”

“yo. this.”

“Do well...!”

“You’re right, you’re good at it.”

“huh!”

Lee Jae-heon sighed tiredly and looked back at Jang Seo-ah.

“I want to?”

“...I want to...”

“Then I should do it.”

“ah.”

Jang Seo-ah’s small face brightened in an instant.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Then everyone, wash your hands.”

Jaeheon Lee looked back at Dayoung Park.

“Dayoung, please give the kids a footrest.”

“Ah... yes yes yes.”

Park Da-young also seemed to be in a good mood.

‘...I guess he didn’t know that he would be allowed to do it that way.’

And Park Min-jun didn’t know either.

‘I’m not sure what the captain thinks.’

He said he would turn the food he used to eat into pictures to keep his distance, so he did that. However, if the chicks’ complaints were accepted this much, the distance could not be widened that much.

Jaeheon Lee clearly knew that too.

“....”

...I guess it’s because he is a person with a lot of affection.

‘You seem to be in a pretty good mood right now.’

There was a fairytale-like atmosphere depicted as Park Da-young washed the hands of Choi Min-hong and Jang Seo-ah, President Choi Jeong-man smiled at them, and Jeong In-ho and Lee Jae-heon talked about the menu.

Lee Jae-heon, who was broken and squished in one way or another, seemed to fit in quite well.

“Director, then I have garlic fried rice...! “Please add garlic!”

“Anyway, you’ll either have to use green onion oil or garlic oil, so why worry about that?”

“Please add a lot of garlic...!”

“Ah, okay, stop. “My ears are falling.”

Yeonhee Kwon next to me must have been influenced by the atmosphere, and her voice was higher than usual.

So Park Min-jun also stopped thinking.

“...Mr. Lee Jae-heon, please make it not spicy. “Can I have sweet pineapple fried rice?”

“This bastard? Get out of here. I’m going to add Cheongyang peppers.”

“Help me.”

If Lee Jae-heon ordered this kind of atmosphere, it was right to follow it.

‘In the first place, hands and feet are not meant to think.’

And Park Min-jun was a great hand.

* * *

Before evening.

“Would you like to talk for a moment?”

“Ah....”

Jeong In-ho called Park Min-jun.

“is it so.”

I was confident that it was a play.

(Continued in the next part)